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Date Posted: 13:31:25 02/21/03 Fri
Song had brought the elves down to where the Forgotten gathered, Immarra sliding to a stop not far from where Zenra and Damian stood, opposite the dark creature that stood in front of the Choir. She listened with her head tilted, green eyes vague as she focused on the sound, the words the Choir sang. It tugged at her, the song beautiful but with dark undertones that whispered under the thread of melody of things better left unspoken. Kemanoral stopped next to her, his hand reaching instinctively for hers, though wether it was for his comfort or hers he didn't really know.
When she began to sing, the words were in elven, matching what the Choir sang in both rhythem and candence if not in language. Gradually her voice shifted away from the Choir's tone and beat, the words still the same but sung with a brighter melody, a promise of joys to come, of hope that could not be extinguished no matter how drastic the odds against it. Other voices joined and a flicker of silver drew several pairs of eyes upwards. Standing, balancing on every available surface were winged beings that very closely resembled the Forgotten standing below. The song became not a parody of what the Choir sang, but a Yin to it's Yang, the positive balancing out the negative. Eyes of every hue regarded the tableau below and one voice spoke in the minds and hearts of those gathered but did not interupt the song. For those who had met her, the voice would be recognized as Valenthe's, a Watcher Angel demoted to Mortal, then reinstated at a rank higher than the one she previously held, that of Guardian Angel.
"Your Choir is matched Dark One, the voices of these gathered here are but a small token of what you rouse by being here. Though our policy is to not interfere in the affairs of mortals, your actions have prompted us to disregard our own rules. We stand behind these gathered here, those whose wills and spirits challenge your own."
Other angels, ones that became visible at the words of their obvious spokesperson walked around the barrier that still surrounded it, giving it the life that had been stripped and covered with illusion of life. Silver and gold light floated from outstretched hands to settle on the barren ground causing plants to spring forth, and water to flow in small streams bringing out life further from where the angels stood. All of this a mere token effort, though more would be forthcoming should the need arise.
OOC,I'm off till Monday, so pity me and keep the posts short? Of course you don't HAVE to, but........it'd be nice....... LOL
Stars guide and Peace Guard
Jen
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